08-30-2018, 06:38 PM
My family lives here, she says. Ivar tilts his head curiously at that, intrigued by the phrasing. "But you don't?" She might not have meant that at all, he knows, but he cannot help but ask. She looks to be near the age of independence, when younglings strike out from their family and make their own way in the world. Perhaps she considers this place her family's home, but not her own. That would be rather fortuitous timing for Ivar, given that he has a home always ready for new residents, but he knows better than to count his eggs before they've hatched.
She looks him over, and Ivar takes a moment to do the same. His golden gaze flickers over the metal that twines around her forelegs and the delicate mask across her features. There it lingers for a moment, then flutters across her lavender points. Ah hah. So that is why Klaudius had been so protective of his sister, the queen on that long ago summer day when Ivar had visited the island. The armored girl is a Coveling after all, and certainly too closely related for him to bring her home.
Still, she is a pretty young thing and they are alone in the woods and, well: he is Ivar. There is no danger in a bit of harmless fun before he has to return home. The lilac-pointed mare hasn't responded to his nearness with anything more than a quirked brow, so the kelpie suspects she might be more wary than most. That is nothing he can't overcome.
"I came to socialize." He replies without missing a beat. The quick answer indicates truthfulness, but the mischief dancing behind the tangled shield of his forelock suggests otherwise. "To meet interesting horses." Here the scaled creature pauses, and there is a bemused sort of curiosity when he asks: "Have I found one?"
She looks him over, and Ivar takes a moment to do the same. His golden gaze flickers over the metal that twines around her forelegs and the delicate mask across her features. There it lingers for a moment, then flutters across her lavender points. Ah hah. So that is why Klaudius had been so protective of his sister, the queen on that long ago summer day when Ivar had visited the island. The armored girl is a Coveling after all, and certainly too closely related for him to bring her home.
Still, she is a pretty young thing and they are alone in the woods and, well: he is Ivar. There is no danger in a bit of harmless fun before he has to return home. The lilac-pointed mare hasn't responded to his nearness with anything more than a quirked brow, so the kelpie suspects she might be more wary than most. That is nothing he can't overcome.
"I came to socialize." He replies without missing a beat. The quick answer indicates truthfulness, but the mischief dancing behind the tangled shield of his forelock suggests otherwise. "To meet interesting horses." Here the scaled creature pauses, and there is a bemused sort of curiosity when he asks: "Have I found one?"